In the early hours of the morning, Li Hong walked out of the courtyard. He deliberately chose this time to leave. In the room behind her, Wanyi and her aunt were still asleep, and they listened to the familiar sound of even breathing for the last time, and Li Hong forced himself to move fiercely.

The first quarter moon hangs over the deep blue sky. The roof tiles were covered with frost, reflecting a faint silver glow. Everywhere was quiet. Li Hong tightened the straps of the baggage, and his fingers slid over the neatly folded new clothes. All of them were made by my sister-in-law in the past two years, including small clothes, underwear, handkerchiefs and shoes and socks, with fine needles and threads.

Finally, looking back, Li Hong slid lightly across the frosty stone road, and flew over the fence like a big bird into the wheat field in the wilderness.

The cold wind was howling, and the familiar straw man was swaying alone at the head of the ridge. Li Hong noticed that there seemed to be something on the straw man. He walked towards the straw man.

A small red velvet flower pinned to the gray placket of the straw man's coat was very bright, like a small flame burning in the heart of the strawman.

Li Hong watched silently for a while, and finally stretched out his finger to pluck the small red velvet flower and put it in his pocket.

Li Hong drifted away.

A slender figure crept around the wall, and a few drops of dew slipped down the ends of her black hair, like tears, dripping silently on the gray stone floor.

Li Hong stood at the door of Qingyouguan. The time I agreed with the Master was between midnight and noon, and it was still early. But the few days have been thought about and there is something to do.

He fluttered lightly up the path leading to the top of the mountain, heading in the direction of Li Jiawa.

The trees are receding, and familiar objects come into view one after another. There have been many memories here, some good and happy, some sad and painful......

After so much time, the traces of the Golden Dog Burning Mountain are basically invisible, and there are newly grown trees everywhere, although they are low, but they look vibrant. In the cold winter, many pines and cypresses are still verdant and grow old after frost.

At that time, the sky was bright, and a familiar square stone appeared on the top of the slope ahead. There are still blackened cracks on the surface of the stone. Li Hong stopped, his heart was hot and sour. Turning over this post, there is Li Jiawa in front. In the valley below this big stone is the cave where the bones of Uncle Zhang of Dongcun are buried.

He knelt down in the direction of the cave and kowtowed three times. I got up and continued to walk, and it didn't take long for me to stand on the hill.

The familiar home is at your feet, but it has long been unrecognizable.

There was no sign of people in the whole valley, only withered grass and fallen poplars, and black, charred ruins. The sky is getting overcast and it's going to snow. The cold wind howled across the lowlands of Lijiawa, and there was only a deathly silence in the wind. There are no voices, no chickens and dogs, nothing but barrenness.

There's something in the valley that stands out. On the location of the original ancestral hall, a large tomb covers an area of half an acre. It was obviously newly built, and it was made of the best green bricks that had been transported from outside the mountain. He swept down the mountain to the grave.

The new wall has two large tombs connected together in a magnificent manner. Li Hong saw the tombstone at a glance, and his fists unconsciously clenched tighter.

Big brother has come back!

Two one-person-high snow-white marble tombstones, one is engraved with "The Tomb of the First Examination Mother Li Men Zhang", and the other is engraved with "The Tomb of the First Examination of the Loving Father Li Gongyang", and the two tombstones are signed "Unfilial Sons Li Wu and Li Hongli".

All at once blood poured up the door. My mother was killed by a golden dog, what kind of face do you have as a golden dog to erect a tomb and a monument for her, and you have the cheekiness to write your name on it? The silver used to repair the tomb must have been snatched from the people of the Great Song Dynasty! You actually used this kind of people's fat and people's ointment to repair the tomb of your father and mother! You actually have a face!

Li Hong was so angry that his teeth rang out. He yelled, "Why are you!

The angry roar echoed in the valley like a wolf's howl, and Li Hong punched his mother's tombstone hard, and at the moment when he was about to touch it, he suddenly felt sorry for his mother. He stiffly bent his elbows, changed his fists into palms, and slapped himself heavily on the chest. It suddenly went dark in front of him, his throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Blood splattered, and the upper half of the mother's tombstone was stained with countless blood-red spots.

The sky was spinning, Li Hong held his mother's tombstone and hung his head, his chest was full of blood and blood rolling, his heart was twitching, and it was extremely painful. At this moment, the small offering table in front of the tombstone came into view.

The same elaborate offering table made of snow-white marble, with many short red candle heads on it, and a small stone incense burner filled with dense incense sticks. Red candle tears crawled all over the offering table, like blood stains.

Li Hong's blood surged in his heart, and he quickly took off these short candle heads from the offering table like crazy, took out the incense sticks in the incense burner, and roared wildly: "You are not worthy! You are not worthy!"

The incense ash was sprinkled everywhere, and the clothes on the body, on the head and face, and in the fingernails were full of candle oil, which was deeply embedded in the flesh. Crystal snowflakes began to fall from the sky, falling on his face, cold and cold, and Li Hong gradually woke up in his crazy anger. The floor was covered with short candle heads, and the stone incense burner had long been knocked over, and it was lonely by the wall.

He walked over and picked up the incense burner, put it on the offering table again, thought about it, went outside, dug up a hug of loess, poured it into the incense burner in the placket of his clothes, opened his baggage, and took out the prepared incense and paper money from it.

The gray smoke rose, and the butterfly-like black ash slowly rose into the air with the firelight, and he kowtowed nine times in front of his parents' graves, and said solemnly: "The child is not filial, and he did not rush to build the grave for your two elders in front of that beast." The child doesn't want to alarm you anymore. Father, mother, you know that you must bless that beast from a good death! He betrayed his family and country, forgot to kill his mother, and the child in this life no longer recognizes him as a big brother, and even Wanyi doesn't want to see him again!"

Speaking of Wanyi, there was another pain in my heart.

Remembering something, he got up and walked outside the wall and looked around. I didn't see the graves of Uncle Li and Aunt Wang. Their graves are here.

Thanks to Uncle Li's earnest teaching, Li Hong almost regarded him as half a father. Now his grave has been flattened by Li Wuping!

With a loud roar, he slammed his fist to the ground. The sand and gravel were splashed, a large pit was a foot deep in the ground, and the wall was crumbling.

Li Hong ran up the mountain without looking back.

The snow was falling heavier, and the rubbing was blowing. There was a faint song in the snow:

"Grievances and hatreds, how can you bear to drown?

The water in the storm pavilion is difficult to collect.

Even if there are heroes and children, they are not allowed to be white-headed.

The wind and snow cross the sandbar, and leave the sorrow at night.

Guanshan is a song to look at the immortal building.

I often sigh that there are many hateful things in the world, so I might as well go and rest. ”

("Song in the Snow")

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